There was not a TV camera or celebrity in sight at the Geeveston Christmas Parade but I can’t help thinking the residents of television’s Rosehaven would have a rather similar Christmas event.
Our annual Christmas Pageant is put on by the local volunteer fire brigade and participated in by most of the community. Half the town seems to be in the parade and the other half watches it. We were lucky this year that after a windy afternoon the weather settled down and the threatening clouds did not produce more than a few spots of rain.
I helped to decorate the Op Shop float but did not take up the invitation to ride on it because I wanted to take photos. Here are some of my favourites from before the parade and during it.
Usually the parade ends at Heritage Park but there is construction work going on there at present as we are getting a new toilet block and playground. Also we have often been rained out so the firies wisely decided to end back at the fire station where there was a sausage sizzle, ice cream and Christmas Carols.
I met quite a lot of people I knew during the course of the evening. It made me reflect that when David and I came to Geeveston fifteen years ago we did not know anyone at all. Now I feel very much part of the community and as this will most likely be the last Christmas I’ll spend in Geeveston I made sure that I took plenty of photos.
Relocating has been very much on my mind as I’m drawing near to the end of the task of sprucing up the house. Once I sell it I will have to face the unpleasant task of packing and moving all the things I’ve accumulated over the years.
I’m always seeing people having moving sales, garage sales or bringing house loads of things to the Op Shop. They bring, appliances, china, furniture, bric a brac and even their clothes. I wonder what they are actually taking with them sometimes.
I am more like a snail or a tortoise, carrying my house on my back. Of course I will get rid of some things. Things that are old and broken, things that I have no further use for, what would I do with a beer brewing kit? (It was David’s). I would not like to give up all my stuff though even though it would probably be easier to move without it.
I guess people see relocating as an opportunity to get rid of items they no longer care about but by taking my stuff along with me I feel I’m taking home with me. I come to a bare empty space. I open my boxes and out come the things that mean home to me. The books, the ornaments and pictures. Once they are in place I look around and think “Yes, this is home.”
What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
Does painting count as a household chore? I’m over it. I don’t love any of them. There are far more interesting things to be doing than housework. However, I think the one that I procrastinate about the most is vacuuming. It seems that no matter how often I vacuum up the pet hair it’s there again before I can turn round. I just got new carpets though so I am trying to keep them nice.
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
I think the answer to that would be the times when I felt I was making a difference. Usually I like to just quietly do my own thing but if I feel strongly about something I will participate in a community event. The times that particularly stand out for me are three or four years ago now when I attended anti government protest rallies in Hobart. It felt good to know that lots of ordinary people felt the same way as I did and felt strongly enough to say so.
How many times have you moved in the last ten years?
That is easy, not at all. David and I bought this house 15 years ago last May and moved in on 20 June, 2002. We had lived in our previous house in South Australia for more than 25 years. I think that people who own their own homes probably don’t move as often as renters.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
It might sound rather silly but I really appreciate the ladder I bought to replace my old step-ladder. It is so sturdy that it has enabled me to reach areas that I would not have been able to get to without it. I thought I would not be able to reach across the bath to paint the upper part of the wall but I feel safe enough on this ladder to try.
Today I read an article saying that many older people were in danger of outliving their savings because they chose an extravagant lifestyle buying luxury cars or going on cruises.
Apparently seniors should be saving that money to take care of end of life health issues and of course there should be money left over to leave to their children.
“There’s an element of spending the inheritance — kids in their 40s often might be doing it pretty tough with mortgages and school fees, when parents are living it up,”
states the article.
This annoyed me quite a lot. Well, it made me hopping mad actually. I don’t have children myself but if I did of course I’d want to leave them something for themselves as well as enough to take care of funeral expenses. However, I would very much resent the idea that I was selfishly spending their inheritance every time I wanted to do something fun.
Of course it is silly to live beyond your income no matter what your age is but if retirees have a bit of money put by why shouldn’t they enjoy it? They had mortgages and school fees to pay once and probably went without holidays and other things they wanted for the sake of their families. There might be just a few years before health issues mean that they can no longer travel so whiny adult children complaining about mum and dad wasting their money on frivolities don’t sit well with me I’m afraid.
I think this annoyed me all the more because some time ago I read another piece about how older people in Australian cities should move out of their houses into smaller accomodation so that they could be demolished to make room for more townhouses and apartments. Apparently wanting to stay in the family home is also selfish. So called experts tell us we should “de clutter” our lives which really means “Get rid of all your old stuff because it’s a waste of space.” It doesn’t matter whether it means anything to you or not. “You can take a picture of it.”
The elderly seem can’t take a trick these days. We are expected to work longer but jobs are harder to get. Pensions are barely enough and now even those who have managed to save enough for a comfortable retirement are being accused of selfishness. The only ones who don’t have to worry are elderly politicians. If they are voted out of office they will get some nice cushy job offered to them or they can retire with a nice big pension and lots of perks.
Do I sound like a grumpy old lady? Is it any wonder?